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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Thursday, 26 November 1931
To Waunsee. Walked up by Strandbad and Pfaueninsel etc., etc. along Havel; then cut across to Krumme Lante. Bill [Bertha Busch] rather tired. 3 1/2 hr. walk.
Opus[1] 75. Pure sexual insanity. (Bad result, naturally.) S.W. [Scarlet Woman—Bertha Busch] mad and wouldn’t go on.
Dream. I was made Prime Minister (and Foreign Secy.) But the King was Wilhelm II. And the place was Paris. I walked up the Boulevard with Ramsay Macdonald and discussed policy—warning him that he had (some months before) got Carter after him!
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.
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